"My feeling is that you should go home."

"You really dare to think about it! Today, my mother asked me to come down and congratulate you!"

"You've finished congratulations! Principal Zhang just called me. I'm going to the school early tomorrow morning for an interview with Xingcheng Morning Post. I have to write a manuscript quickly, otherwise I'll talk nonsense tomorrow, so how can the reporter write about my ambition, right?" "That's it! My last name, then I'll go home first, but I'll tell me when you come back tomorrow..."

"What are you saying? When the reporter's interview is published, I will buy ten morning reports for you! Please send them to me in the building of the community, and no one can miss them." "Haha... OK, I'm leaving, goodbye aunt."

"Goodbye Coco."

After a lot of effort, he finally coaxed Xia Keke, the girl, and closed the door. Qiao Yu sat on the sofa, stared at Qiao Xi and said, "What's wrong with you today!" Qiao Xi glared at Qiao Yu and said, "I'm your mother, you'd better pay attention to the words and tone you talk to me. What does it mean that something is wrong with me?"

Qiao Yu was unmoved and insisted: "You are just not right! When Coco rushed into my room just now, the look of your standing at the door looking at me made me feel panicked!" Qiao Xi was silent.

However, Qiao Yu did not give up, but kept staring at his mother, raised his voice slightly and said, "Hey, we are the closest people in the world. If you don't say anything to me, would you take it to the coffin and say it to my grandfather?" Qiao Xi sneered: "Ha...."

Qiao Yu said seriously: "I am in the rebellious period now! Do you understand? Let me tell you, I am really rebellious, I am afraid of myself! If you have something to do, it is better not to hide it from me! Don't pretend to be distracted, say it quickly!" Qiao Xi raised her head, glared at Qiao Yu again, and then replied quietly: "Qiao Yu, after Keke showed me the ranking, I suddenly became a little convinced."

"Hmm? What does it mean." Qiao Yu was a little surprised. He probably didn't expect Qiao Xi to suddenly say this. Grandpa is a firm materialist. This is the inheritance of a family. How could it be broken in the previous generation?

Perhaps because he had already said something, Qiao Xi didn't hide anything anymore and said directly: "The man went to MIT back then. At that time, he applied for two schools, one Harvard and the other MIT. Harvard was unwilling to promise him scholarships in advance, so he chose the latter."

Qiao Yu immediately understood.

No wonder Qiao Xi looked at him so strangely just now. Good guy, he directly pressed MIT under him, two at a time.

After thinking about it, Qiao Yu asked curiously: "No, grandpa said that you haven't contacted him after he left with his family? How did you know so clearly?"

Qiao leaned against the sofa, lying on the ceiling of the guest shop, explaining: "It should be the message he left to me directly on Q0 before leaving. I saw it later. I didn't reply or mentioned it to your grandfather. Qiao Yu asked: "Where is that QQ? I have never seen you log in to QQ."

Qiao Xi withdrew her gaze toward the ceiling, stared at Qiao Yuli with a stern and strong voice, "It's useless for more than ten years, and it's been taken back by the system long ago." "Oh." Qiao Yu responded, thinking that this explanation was very reasonable.

Of course, for a son, my mother's explanation must be very reasonable.

However, there is one thing that Qiao Yu is sure that Qiao Xi has never used QQ in at least the past three years. She only has a computer at home, but she has never installed QQ.

Both of them often use the other two mobile phones in a mixed manner. One of them has a QQ, but only logs into a new QQ that Qiao Yu himself applied for. This is because of the requirements of the class teacher in the first year of junior high school.

At that time, everyone was not familiar with each other, so they only built a Q group. Many homework would be arranged in the Q group.

As for Qiao Xi’s usual contact with people, WeChat and phone numbers are a bit unnecessary, and few people need to contact him. It’s just to greet a few cousins ​​during the New Year.

Qiao Xi is the only daughter, Qiao Yu has no relatives from her father. In addition, there was a problem with that, Qiao Xi basically broke off contact with her former classmates, and her social interaction was so simple.

So it is possible that the QQ number that Qiao Xi applied for a long time ago was recycled. If that QQ number happens to be a good number or birthday number, it would be a foregone conclusion. "Missource Institute." Qiao Yu subconsciously touched his chin.

There are more and more clues. In 2009, he went abroad with his surname as Feng and studied at MIT. He can also check which city MIT is on the other side of the ocean. But it seems that there is no need.

After all, the family has settled on the other side of the ocean. Can he still run over and catch the family and beat them up? The most important thing is that he doesn't seem to be very successful now.

"Wait? Have you ever told him my name?" Qiao Yu asked suddenly.

Qiao Xi glared at Qiao Yu and said, "I said it all, but after reading the message, I ignored him. You were not born yet, and your name was chosen by my grandfather after birth. I didn't know how to tell him your name at that time?" "I understand!" Qiao Yu nodded and suddenly felt a sense of fate.

Look, the final of the Little Libaba International Mathematics Competition was divided into five tracks.

He happened to learn from the good guys before this year's competition that there was such a competition. He happened to be successful before the registration was over, and he happened to choose Algebra and Number Theory. It happened that the two silver medals on this track were both MIT. Should I be so coincidental?

This is probably because God reminded him that he would definitely send the man to him in the future and let him step on him hard? Now he has no choice but to let that man go, after all, some things have to follow God's will.

He glanced at Qiao Xi, who was sitting opposite him and found that his dear mother was used to entering the distracted mode again. He stood up from the sofa and walked into the room lightly. After eating the melons of the previous generation, Qiao Yu planned to check his phone. Did Yu Wei and Yu Yongjun fight in the WeChat group again?

The result was no fight.

However, the last message was sent by Yu Wei, and the other person suddenly didn't reply. This situation is rare. In most cases, Yu Yongjun made a lot of words before he found out that Yu Wei ignored him for a long time. This is actually related to the personality of the two.

If Yu Wei had anything else to do, he wouldn't say anything in the group and live too much. As long as Yu Yongjun was out of the group chat, he would always report what he was going to do. However, in Qiao Yu's opinion, this guy's words were both true and false. However, the class group of Class 13 became lively, and just a few moments, a bunch of people were @ him in the group.

This class group is really cold. Not many people talk in the group a week, and the main reason is that no one wants to be the eye-catching one and want to be the protagonist. So when the protagonists meet together, it is easy to be disgusted with others' pretentiousness.

Today is obviously an exception.

Everyone started chatting around Qiao Yu.

"Fuck, what is that little Libaba math competition? Today I'm watching a video and I'm crazy about pushing me Qiao Yu and our school."

"Who said no? Our school and Qiao Yu have risen to the seventh place in D-yin social hot spots."

@Yu Shulinfeng quickly came out and said something, tell you what happened! I feel that our school is one level higher!"

"Who has a group photo of our class? I can't find mine, so I'll give me one quickly. I'll use it to show off. My classmates can actually win the gold medal!" "I, I just checked it and said that I can get 4 million if I win the prize! Qiao Yu has made a fortune!"

"Fidelity? 4 million? Don't lie!"

"If you don't believe it, you can read it yourself! It was written in the news. Little Libaba will give out 4 million yuan in bonuses this year to reward the winners!"

"I, it's really true? @Yu Shulinfeng, are you a millionaire?! Don't pretend to be dead, come out and treat you quickly!"...

Qiao Yu probably browsed these chat records and was shocked by his dear classmates' admirable reading comprehension ability! What if this was spread? He immediately started to curse in the group chat.

Can you have some brains?”

It’s not that Qiao Yu doesn’t want to speak more civilizedly, but he doesn’t talk to these people without any swearing words. Qiao Yu is afraid that they really won’t understand. Sure enough, the group was even more lively this time.

"Fuck, Qiao Yu, are you fooling the fool? The list of winners has been posted on the D-sound, and you are the only one gold medal. If there is no 4 million, there will definitely be 2 million!" "Even I saw the list too!"

"Don't explain, Qiao Yu, you betrayed us and agreed to study in vocational high school together, but you secretly succeeded! Do you still have to take the exam for Huaqing?"

"Qiao Yu still needs to rely on Huaqing? He is already awesome than Huaqing. Is there any? Qiao Yu earned several million at one time, so he must go to a foreign school, right? @Yu Shulinfeng" Qiao Yu ran to the official website quickly and took several pictures.

"MMP! You can't move your noble little hands to the official website to check out the full list? Every day, D-yin is only the eye-catching part! Understand? The competition is divided into five tracks, and each track has gold, silver and bronze medals. Do you understand?"

"There are eighty or ninety winners in total! Dear guys! Now take out your calculator and calculate how much is left to divide 4 million by 88? On average, each person only has tens of thousands of dollars. Do you understand? I'm so fucking the gold medal is worth 30,000 yuan! It's millions at every turn. Do you think this is a lottery?"

"Ah? It's only 30,000!" Bai was excited!"

"That's right! What a pity. I think there are foreigners coming to take the exam, and I thought the prize was very high! Little Libaba was too stingy. I remember that the Nobel Prize prizes were worth one million. Libaba was even worse than the Nobel Prize."

"Do you guys all miss money? Don't you understand what Qiao Yu's awesome point is? He made the foreigner down! Don't you know MIT? That's awesome school in the United States, and it can't beat Qiao Yu in our class." "That's right, what if you guys are not going to do with you? Is this the key point of money? The key point is to win glory for the country!"

"Fuck, my surname is Zhou, who are you calling SB?!"...

Qiao Yu decisively stopped watching the class group chat.

Finally corrected the discussion that was led by the deviation, Qiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course it's very good to show off.

But if you are facing a group of pig teammates... forget it. If you want to be in the group chat of Class 13, you still have to fight hard enough. Qiao Yu regretted not joining Class 1's class group at that time.

Obviously, if you win the gold medal in the mathematics competition, you still have to gain enough emotional value in a class like this. But it doesn’t matter, after all, he is not familiar with ordinary people.

And now he has something very important, and it is something he has planned long ago.

So Qiao Yu put down his phone, opened the algebraic number theory room on his computer, and then clicked on the private message channel.

I had always had an identity hidden before, but I was just afraid that it would affect Li Baba's math competition results. Now that I have already achieved my grades, I can naturally showdown.

It is very useful to him to gain more fame in the Chinese mathematics community. Of course, it is not to show off in front of his classmates, but to give him priority to the leadership. Langjie has mentioned him more than once that if he is a reliable and awesome mentor in the academic world, he can definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

In fact, it is said that as long as they have the strength, they can easily get the projects they need to grab; as long as they have achieved results, no one dares to covet them; the bonus they want to pay will definitely not be denied. Simply put, no matter where they are, it is important to ride on the shoulders of a boss before stepping on these big guys.

After a moment of brewing in his mind, Qiao Yu began to reveal his home to several professors, and he was quite awesome to reply. The first one was Xue Song, after all, everyone knew each other.

"Huh? Sorry, Professor Xue, I'm not careful about this forum for the first time and can send and receive private messages. I just logged in and found out that I'm sorry! That, I don't need to leave the contact information, right? You have it there, I'm Qiao Yu."

Well, the second one replied to the one who claimed to be a professor at Yanbei University and said that he had a mobile quota.

"Hello, Professor Luo,...I don't understand what grade points you said, rankings, etc. I just graduated from junior high school this year and started high school in September. It seems that it's too early to consider studying for graduate school, right? By the way, I am Qiao Yu from Xingcheng Railway No. 1 Middle School. I was not rude before, so please forgive me."

Then there is the third, the fourth...

Those school signs were not too loud, so Qiao Yu didn't reply. There was no need to waste that time.

Anyway, the news has been released, so Qiao Yu believes that the news among these professors is very well-versed. As long as he responds to more than three messages, it will be a matter of time before he spreads it. Not to mention that he can also write a post to make a unified reply...
Chapter completed!